The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-07-24
OUR FRESH TRAVELLER.
A True Story of One Days Experience IN .
Railway Carriage.

A True Story of One Days Experieace
Railway Carriage.
Detroit Free Press
She was woman of perhaps thirty five years.
and she was taking her first trip in a railway
carriage She was not. and evidently had never
been, in the fashionable swim Although
woman-hke, she had made prodigious efforts TO
blossom forth in stunning travelling suit
of steel-gray stuff, the general tone of her
makeup was primitive in the superlative De
gree. In what remote corner of the earth she
had been kept from the civilizing Influences of
travel was point concerning which none OF us
who were passengers with her dared hazard a
guess. She was kitrenish, as restless as
delighted and as fresh. as any caramel
consuming Vassarine of IL going home for
her first vacation. The neatly uniformed ard
shiny-sk:nned porter of interested
her vastly She watched that experienced tour
isl movements with absorbing attention, as If
making study of the art of blase travelling.
She took mental inventory of all articles of
our personal adornment which the ladies of
party had in sight, and then for awhile fell to
contemplating her own person and its adorn-
ments with evident satisfaction. A convenient
panel mirror in the parlor car was her boon of
boons during the whole journey. She
wanted the loiterers at the stations in the
towns and cities through which we passed to
know that she was on the train. with which am
bilious purpose she bounced out of her seat at
every stop FASTENED to the platform and put
her most compassionate and superior look as she
gazed at those same unhappy ioiterers whom
hard fate had decreed must remain at home that
day. She had way of Initiating and huttering
WAS suggestiveof girhood's cheese making days.
They smiled at her. those wearied women who
used to riding on the rail. but it may be
that they envied her the fine bursts of youth
full feeling with which she regarded the
trivial and comm nplace incidents of the trip
There certainly was sufficient variety IN her
movements during the first half day
her fellow travellers but after dinner (of which
she ate with inspiring relish )she took another
turn. With her hatrened against the
window she sat for two dreadful honrs and
drummed rat-tat-rataplau the glass.
An old gentleman opposite her who had
hurried down to the train that morning with
out his accustomed shave was bored
There not the smallest doubt of that.
Het fidgoted painfully and and again he
plunged visual dagger clear through the heart
of his vis-a-vis to which assaults she exas-
peratingly insensble. In time the rest of US be-
came so much concerned in the old gentleman's
writings to quite forget that we, too,
bored by the unsupportable Miss Fresh and for
growing wonder to what turn the inevitable
catastrophe would take.
About o'clock she strag htened herself up in
her seat, and with pious absorption sang in a
voice that Love itself must have turned from
with profane objurgation:
Come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus
just
These lines she repeated some scores of times
in the same monotonously rasping voice until at
last the Old gentleman sprang from his seat with
maddening torture stamped every feature
and exclaimed: For Heavens sake, Madam,
go to Jesus!"